The Wizards Breath

Chapter two...More dragon\'s breath

After Hermione had finished breaking up the bud, he pulled it back
to him with a sweeping motion from his wand, and then it separated
itself into smaller piles. She watched it transfixed.

\"What are you doing?\" She questioned and leaned in closer.
Once again giving him an eyeful of newly exposed flesh as her
arms pushed up her cleavage. Snape\'s eyes only lingered for a moment before he answered.

\"In the numerous summers I have returned here, I have found their are many other things to do with cannabis other than smoke it. Such as the lovely way it feels between your fingers.\" He was smiling in a sly way as he let it crumble between his fingers and thumb. \"Wouldn\'t you agree?\"

\'OK, now who\'s being the brazen hussy?\' She stifled a
giggling fit.

He was smiling, but a little side smile. Making her guess he
was just as interested in this little game as she was. She could see the sparkle in his eye now that had never been there before.

This was Snape, but somehow he had became just...Severus.
Gone were the stern facial expressions and cutting words.
Hermione had always feared his face would crack if he ever genuinely smiled, but this was not the case now.

He was using thin white pieces of paper now to roll up the
pile of pot that she had been playing with before. It didn\'t
take him long and she watched in fascination as the long
fingers rolled out four perfect sized, um....What did you
call them again?

She felt her mouth water as he slowly moved his tongue
across each one to keep it tight. Severus drew it out, making
it seem an eternity for each one. She once again bit her lip to
keep herself in check.

\"Merlin, it feels hotter in here all of a sudden.\" She fanned
her red face with her book. She took a long gulp of her tea, and
felt a little better. He seemed totally unaffected.

\"Would you care to sample something different, my dear.\" Severus held up the long cigarette looking thing, and lit it with
his wand. Puffing smoke out the sides of his mouth as the hot cherry grew bigger on the end of it.

\"Is that a joint?\" She really didn\'t have to ask. It had been a
joint the first time she smoked back home.

He erupted in a half laughing, half coughing fit. \"A joint? Is
that what you said?\"

She looked at him annoyed. \"Well what do YOU call it then?\"

He tried to get his fit of hysterics under control, and held
up the thing he was smoking. \"This is a hooter.\"

This time it was Hermione\'s turn to laugh. \"A hooter? You
have got to be kidding!\"

\"Well, a joint is where two bones meet, or a bad place to
be in.\" He huffed as he defended his choice of names.

It was during this time that the fit of giggles that had
been threatening to come out since she had started smoking
the hookah burst forth. He let her laugh with only a couple rolls
of his dark eyes, and every once in a while he smiled back at
her. Still puffing on his...hooter. Hermione laughed again.

\"Regardless of what you want to call it, there are two of
them just for you. Now get busy.\" Severus pointed his
wand and they rolled across the table and stopped right in
front of her.

It looked less complicated than the hookah, and much
more elegant. How can you feel sexy with a hose hanging
out of your mouth anyway? So she picked one up, and set it between her lips, looking around for a lighter of some sorts.

He was there in a moment. His wand lighting the joint for her,
as she pulled in carefully. It was a completely different feeling.
Not so hard on the lungs. They sat in a comfortable silence for
a few moments.

Hermione starting to really like the feeling that was coming
over her, and Snape just liking Hermione liking what he had
given her. If his senses were right, and they were hardly ever
wrong, she would be his by the time dawn broke.

Not that he ever lusted over students, but she was long
from that time in her life. Grown now to a beautiful creature,
smart and bright. Just a little too tense. He had watched her for hours, reading her book and shifting around in her seat.

Every once in a while he would blow a large cloud of smoke
her way, and she would look up, scowl, and then continue
reading. She had looked agitated all day, like something had
really pissed her off, but when she had seen him. Her face
said it all.

The same look she had had in Grimmwauld place a few years
ago. Fear, surprise, and even a little bit of lust, if he wasn\'t mistaken. All the things he loved in his women. Mind there had
been many, but only a few he could fondly remember.

Now she was here grinning like a Cheshire cat, as she
waved the hooter around in her hand as she prattled on
about Harry and Ron leaving her.

\".....and I just don\'t get it. You\'d think they would of been a
little more considerate. They asked me to come, I didn\'t invite myself.\"

He leaned over the table and rested his head on his propped
up hand. \"You do know they only do this because you let them?
I say you teach them quite the lesson,\" Severus laughed, \"So
to speak.\"

Hermione inhaled smoothly once again before opening her
eyes to see Severus smiling wickedly at her. \"What do you
have in mind?\"

\"Leave...with me.\" His face was serious. \"Come back to my
room, and stay the night.\"

Hermione almost gagged on her smoke. She back tracked
a few seconds to replay in her mind what she had just heard.
She thought for a moment, what was truly stopping her? Harry
and Ron were out doing the same thing practically, and here
was maybe a one time chance to fulfill one of her long
standing fantasies.

She let out a long pull of smoke, and stood up. \"Let\'s go.\"

Snape nodded his agreement and stood also. \"Let me pay
the bill and we shall go.\"

\"I\'ll wait outside. I need some fresh air.\" Snape nodded again.
She was even hotter now, her skin was already burning in anticipation. It had been two years since she had been touched
in that way, and she could help feeling like this was her night.

She stepped outside to the fresh night air, not cool but
still very brisk. She turned her face to it, and closed her eyes. Getting redder by the second as she thought about his beautiful
set of hands, and what she wanted them to do to her. Her
small fantasy was interrupted by two sets of padding feet
on the cobblestone street in front of her.

\"Hey \'Mione.\" Harry puffed, out of breath. Ron was
right behind him heaving deep breaths too.

\"Don\'t \"Hey \'Moine\" me, Harry Potter! You leave me
sitting in this place for hours on end, and then don\'t even
have the nerve to tell me it\'s a hash bar. You fucking wanker!\"
Ron was laughing loudly in Harry\'s face, but Hermione turned on
him as well. \"And you too, Ron. Your just as guilty as he is. Both
of you just need to leave me alone for the night, and here take this!\" She shoved her new Medi-witching book into Harry\'s arms. \"You might need it for when I get done with you
tomorrow!\"

She had to hurry up and get rid of them. Snape would
soon be out, and then she would never hear the end of it.

\"Tomorrow?\" Ron questioned suspiciously. \"Why not now?\"

Damn his male jealousy, it was never ending. They weren\'t
even together now, but yet he still always had to know what
or who she was doing. They were both slurring their words
slightly, both reeked of dark ale.

\"I said tomorrow Ron, because I\'m too pissed off right now
to even want you two in my sight. Now shove off!\"

They both stood their ground. Harry smiled triumphantly,
\"Your stoned aren\'t you?\"

\' Damn it! \' Harry knew, the bloody git. Leave it to him to
not do what she asked him to, he could never follow instructions,
or rules for that matter.

\"No, Yes...\",she fumbled with her words. She looked up at
them both. \"Well what do you expect? You leave me in a
*hash bar* all night. What else is there to do? It doesn\'t matter anyway. JUST PISS OFF! Both of you.\"

The hung their heads, and Harry kicked a loose cobblestone.
\"Alright, shit, Sooooorry.\"

\"Yeah,sorry Herm.\" Ron swallowed his words, and followed
after Harry slowly down the street.

They were just getting to the end of the street when Snape emerged from the bar. In all his black robed glory, taller than
she remembered him, and just as sexy. He was stuffing the
bag he had bought into his pocket, and smiling lightly.

He looked in their direction, leering. \"I see they didn\'t
forget you after all.\"

\"Yes they did, but I didn\'t do this for them anyway. Let\'s go.\"

She felt her knees buckle as he slipped a strong arm around
her waist. Those fingers were sunk into the flesh of her side
as he brought his other arm up to cover her in his robes. She
sank her head into his chest as they began whirling. They apperrated quickly, and she found herself in a dark bedroom
with stone walls and a roaring fire.

\"Where are we?\" She looked up at him and made her hands
let go of the soft fabric of his robes.

\"Just a room. I can stay here when I need to. It serves my purpose.\"

\"And just what is your purpose tonight?\" She turned towards him dangerously
close again.

He closed the gap between them quickly, pulling her close and setting his lips near her ear. \"My purpose tonight is to show you
the meaning of truly being with a man. Until now you have had
boys, crying and fighting for your attention. Now you will know
what it is to be with a real man.\"

He brought his face nearer to her, and moved closer bringing
their lips together softly for the first time. Hermione was filled
with a shock of surprise then pleasure. It was like flying, floating next to him as they kissed heavily. Finally after all these years he was touching her.

They had both longed for it deep inside, both keeping a torch burning for the other. Never daring to even think of acting on it. Now here they were both where they wanted to be. Passion
pouring though them into their kiss, like wildfire through dry
brush. Scalding their senses, and Snape finally pulled back
with a deep breath.

\"Find a seat, I\'ll be right back.\" He walked off into another
room, and she removed her button down shirt, and was left
with her small undershirt. The air was warm and it made her remember she had worn no bra today.

\'Good\', she thought. \'It won\'t get in the way.\'

Their were no games here. She knew what was to happen
here tonight, and she welcomed the idea. Too many times
to remember she had gotten off to the memory of him, panting
and whispering his name in her empty room. She kicked her shoes
off and set on the edge of the bed. Soft, and bouncy.

She laid back heavily, and let her hair spill out around her.
Her body buzzed with the combination of the pot and his touch.
She closed her eyes, and listened to the fire crackle. It wasn\'t
until she felt his weight on the bed and his bare arms against hers that Hermione opened her eyes.

Opening them to see him hovering above her, shirtless with
a smirk and another hooter hanging from his lips.

Hermione beamed up at him. She liked the way he played
with her. No pressure to find. Only him, and his comforting
ways. He could tell she was nervous, and intended to make
her relax completely before having her.

\"I prefer to cuddle before sex. How about you?\" He raised a questioning eyebrow and flopped down next to her on the bed. Hermione giggled wildly at him. \"HMMM, I don\'t really know if you need anymore of this.\" He waved it in front of her face until she grabbed it.

\"I\'ll be the judge of that, thank you.\" She took it from his
hand and breathed in a large hit.

\"Come here.\" Severus had sat up on the bed with his legs
spread and was motioning for Hermione to join him. She
turned the other way and met him in the middle. Facing him
and throwing her long legs over his. If she moved her hips a
few inches further she could of ground into his crotch, but she withheld the movement...for now.

She inhaled again as Severus moved his arms up and began
to stroke her hair. \"Your hair has gotten to be so soft, beautiful.\"

He palmed he small of her back and she let out a small whimper
as she passed it back to him.

He searched her eyes and let his lips curl as he exhaled the
sweet smoke.

\"It\'s been awhile since you\'ve been touched hasn\'t it?\"

She almost denied it but didn\'t.

\"Does it show that bad?\"

She felt embarrassed that he probably thought she was
a prude. To her it was quality, and not quantity.

\"No, I just thought a lovely lady such as yourself wouldn\'t
react so highly to such small gestures.\" He cupped her cheek,
and she moved into it, letting him stroke it softly with his thumb.

She set her small hands on his shoulders and ran them slowly up his neck, and let her fingers play in his hair. Moving in small circles and scratching lightly, making him growl from deep in his throat.

And with a different pleasure filling him once again, Severus
Snape, potion master, set down the hooter in the ashtray and
let it burn.
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Woh...main smut to be in next chapter...you guys wanted some more stoned out banter between our strange couple...more to come soon...HAHA Quality not Quantity, comes from one of the greatest stoner movies ever...Dazed and Confused! ..hehe...remember this is for fun...don\'t get knickers in a twist...sorry for spelling...please review.. Hugs..Shaolin PS..i\'ve actually heard the term
\"Hooter\" used...thought it would be funny due to Wizards
using owls a lot....
Hooter..lol...